Thursday, April 29, 2004

Musical chairs in Drunken Stupor

It's my turn isn't it? It's my turn to wear my heart on my sleeve and as of now, displayed plainly in sight right across my forehead. Thank you very much. No but on a serious note, thank you very much.

Of course I have my qualms about all this spitting out truth and all this uncalled for honesty. I'm sure you're exaggerating a feeling you hadn't felt in years. But then again, that whole sob story of before is quite a bit of proof that you had felt something major before. So perhaps you do speak right and not just pulling my imaginary leg. Hmmm. But I'll keep with my qualms because I don't like premature happiness. But even if it was blindingly true, it wouldn't make a difference now would it.

But putting that aside, I've had a rough two days. And this is my third. It's been a roller-coaster ride and that first downhill plunge doesn't look like it's about to plateau out anytime soon. Fuck Me. Have I just dug a hole deep enough for me and three pregnant whales? I think I have.

MEH!

Considering I'm still in a bit of a bubbly tipsy momentum *rocks back and forth*, I'll be lying down and contemplating whether to try for the exam or just fail it. Studying is beyond me. And so are many things actually. But anyway... till tomorrow because it's always a better day. I hope.

::me:: at 10:05